I love the feeling Knowing and not knowing Hoping and yet being so unsure I donýt want to be your ex Or your enemy Or your stalker Or just that jealous, disgruntled brother Who seethes whenever you show interest In someone else How can i move forward without taking that chance...

Once I read the message boards In search of any answer My mind was full of emptiness The literary cancer-- I needed more than crumbs of bread Or sonnets from a lovers bed I wanted more than that, I said Just something to romance her-- It started with a simple line In eloquence...

So if i poured chocolate syrup on your favorite spot and kissed you there till it was gone if I brushed cinnamon across your breast and then inhaled it away could I stay We could have fresh fruit and a bagel Or I could run out for cappuccino We could spend the day just loving...